In the quiet of the night, I write,
Words dance upon the page, soft and bright,
Echoes of dreams and whispers untold,
In every line, a story unfolds.

The ink flows free, like rivers of thought,
Capturing moments that time forgot,
With every stroke, a vision takes flight,
A symphony of feelings, pure and light.

Pages turn with each breath I take,
The rhythm of life in every mistake,
A journey we travel, side by side,
Through valleys of sorrow and mountains of pride.

In the end, these words will remain,
A testament to joy, love, and pain,
A dialogue between heart and pen,
A timeless conversation, again and again.